At this moment, the auras of the three men were extremely weak. Covered in bloodstains, they had long lost their previous arrogance.
However, their consciousness remained clear.
They slightly opened their eyes, looking through their messy hair at the man walking closer step by step.
In their eyes, there was only confusion and deep-seated hatred.
Why would there be such a terrifying person in the lower realm?
The phantom of the ferocious beast summoned casually, the strength that easily crushed their trump cards...
This person was definitely not a native of the Nine Heavens Realm.
The lower realms governed by the Wanluo Immortal Realm could not possibly produce such a monster.
Could he have been sent by another Immortal Realm?
They couldn't figure it out.
But they knew that they had fallen.
Fallen completely and utterly.
One of the Immortal Kings of the Imperial Court used all his strength to slowly open his mouth, his voice hoarse and resolute:
"I will not tell you anything."
Hearing this, Gu Changyuan paused his steps.
He looked at the three of them, a faint sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.
"I don't need you to speak."
His voice was calm, yet carried a heart-palpitating indifference.
"I can still get the information I want."
As his voice fell—
He raised his right hand.
"Snap."
A crisp snap of his fingers echoed in the silent God-Binding Coffin. Carrying formless soul power, it instantly pierced through the seas of consciousness of the three Imperial Court Immortal Kings.
The three Immortal Kings only felt their minds go completely blank for an instant, feeling as if everything they knew flashed through their minds in a split second.
Those memories, before they could even sort them out or think about them, had already been completely extracted by an invisible force.
In just a single breath.
The three of them suddenly snapped back to reality.
They panted heavily, their eyes full of horror and bewilderment.
Soon, the three Immortal Kings regained their senses, naturally knowing what had just happened.
The other party had actually forcibly taken their memories!
But within their bodies, an Immortal Emperor of the Imperial Court had personally set up an anti-prying restriction!
That was an Immortal Emperor-level restriction, specifically designed to prevent others from prying into their memories and leaking secrets, possessing boundless power.
Ordinary Immortal Kings could not shake it at all, and even for a fellow Immortal Emperor, breaking this restriction would be no easy task.
Why was it that this restriction personally set by an Immortal Emperor didn't activate at all just now, allowing the other party to easily take their memories away?!
Gu Changyuan looked at the three memory light clusters hovering at his fingertips, slowly rotating between his fingers.
A faint sneer curled at the corners of his mouth.
With a slight pinch of his fingers—
In the next moment, the memories of the three men surged wildly into his mind.
Gu Changyuan closed his eyes and quickly read them.
The structure of the Imperial Court was a bit more complex than what Zhuge Dancheng and the others had described.
The duty of the Heaven Guards was to convey the orders of the Heaven Balancers to various domains and states, handling all sorts of matters for the Heaven Balancers that were not suitable for the public eye.
They were equivalent to the Heaven Balancers' close confidants and right-hand men, directly responsible to the Heaven Balancers and not needing to obey orders from other levels.
The Earth Fiends were also at the Immortal King realm, but their status and power were one level lower than the Heaven Guards.
And the three Immortal Kings imprisoned here were Earth Fiends.
Therefore, the internal information they knew was actually not much.
Their direct superior Heaven Guard was codenamed Xuntian.
And the Heaven Balancer that Xuntian served was codenamed Pingxiao.
As for the codenames of the other eleven Heaven Balancers—
Gu Changyuan quickly browsed through the memories of the three men, and through their interactions with various Immortal King and Immortal Venerable colleagues, he soon compiled a complete list:
Pingxiao, Fenxiao, Zhenyue, Duanqiong, Yuming, Linyuan, Dingchen, Duchen, Lanxing, Shoudao, Guixu, Wuji.
Unfortunately, these three had never seen the true face of any of them.
They had only felt the auras of those Immortal Emperors from a distance during the fiercest times of the war.
The terror of that aura was such that just a trace of its aftermath was enough to shatter the minds of cultivators at their level.
When they first joined the Imperial Court, they were brought in by the Heaven Balancer codenamed Pingxiao.
At that time, they were still active in a certain southern domain of the Wanluo Immortal Realm. Their cultivation was only at the Immortal Lord level, as insignificant as ants in front of a behemoth like the Imperial Court.
The cultivation resources provided by the Imperial Court were extremely generous, far exceeding the level they could previously access.
Nourished by a steady stream of resources, their cultivation steadily improved, breaking through to the Immortal Venerable realm in just a few thousand years.
With the improvement of their cultivation, the power they gained also grew greater.
Their loyalty to the Imperial Court, under the temptation of resources and the deterrence of the Imperial Court, gradually became dead set, completely reducing them to the Imperial Court's lackeys.
A thousand years ago.
An emergency summoning order came from the Heaven Guards.
The three of them were carrying out a mission in a southern domain at the time. After receiving the order, they didn't hesitate at all, immediately putting down everything at hand and speeding towards the Central Continent.
When they arrived at the gathering place, the scene before them was unforgettable for a lifetime—
Hundreds of Immortal Kings, densely packed, hovered in the void.
Thousands of Immortal Venerables stood in formation.
And in the deepest part of that layered army, eleven god-like figures stood proudly at the peak of the firmament!
Those eleven figures were the eleven Heaven Balancers of the Imperial Court.
Immortal Emperors.
Eleven Immortal Emperors, descending at the same time!
The war broke out.
That was the decisive battle between the Imperial Court and the Five Families of the Central Continent.
It was a cruel slaughter worthy of being recorded in the history of the Wanluo Immortal Realm. The Imperial Court's army and the Five Families of the Central Continent engaged in an endless battle to the death.
The heavens and earth changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light. The clashes between Immortal Emperors easily caused mountains to crumble, earth to split, and space to collapse. Countless cities were razed to the ground, and countless cultivators fell in the flames of war.
On the battlefield, there was no pity, no warmth, only endless slaughter and destruction.
Immortal King-level experts were nothing more than slightly stronger ants on that battlefield.
Immortal Venerables and Immortal Lords were even more like cannon fodder, falling in swathes.
With every clash, dozens of figures turned to ash.
With every impact, hundreds of lives vanished into thin air.
The three had excellent luck. In the chaotic battle, relying on caution and a trace of fluke, they dodged multiple fatal attacks and barely survived.
They witnessed with their own eyes the peak duel between Immortal Emperors. Although they could only feel it from afar, unable to approach or even see the specific moves clearly.
They could only feel that terrifying aura capable of destroying the heavens and earth, yet it was enough to make their minds tremble, unforgettable for a lifetime.
That kind of aura far exceeded the limits of their imagination, as if just being touched by a trace of it would instantly turn them to ash.
What shocked them even more was that, just as the Imperial Court and the Five Families fell into a stalemate and the battle situation was deadlocked.
A golden figure suddenly descended from the sky, surrounded by the supreme imperial aura. Just this one person instantly turned the tide of the entire battle.
Only later did they learn that the golden figure was the supreme ruler of the Imperial Court—The Emperor.

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